Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
Yep, that was them...
I can't believe how SPOT on this is.
I write a lot here about how I was raised by a pack of weird hippies my mother got hooked up with in the 70s, but truthfully, I had more or less forgotten what they are really like.
That bookstore actually a real "wimmin's" bookstore here in Portland. I think those ladies are actual clerks... not that I've ever been inside, but you can't miss them through the big windows.
Thanks for the link to Portlandia -this is classic. This is my first time on your blog and I read some other posts. Wow, you don't pull any punches. I can (now) agree with your anti-hippy sentiments. I got involved with all that nonsense for 20 years (ages 15-35), but was lucky that I had a good upbringing to fall back on (and a devout Anglican grandmother praying for me).
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ReplyDeleteI think we have that bookstore here in Ann Arbor, too, but I'm not sure -- I've never had to go that badly when downtown.
That bookstore actually a real "wimmin's" bookstore here in Portland. I think those ladies are actual clerks... not that I've ever been inside, but you can't miss them through the big windows.
ReplyDeleteI saw this the day after Roger Abbott's death was announced. North America can do some very funny stuff indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link to Portlandia -this is classic. This is my first time on your blog and I read some other posts. Wow, you don't pull any punches. I can (now) agree with your anti-hippy sentiments. I got involved with all that nonsense for 20 years (ages 15-35), but was lucky that I had a good upbringing to fall back on (and a devout Anglican grandmother praying for me).
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